Gov. Chris Christie (R) missed a New Jersey state trooper’s funeral on Monday because he was campaigning out-of-state with GOP presidential front-runner Donald Trump, a new report says.

Christie appeared with Trump in Hickory, N.C., rather than attending the ceremony in Cinnaminson, N.J., according to NJ.com.

Sean Cullen, 31, died on March 7 while responding to a car fire on I-295, the outlet reported. He was accidentally struck by a passing motorist and died from his injuries a few hours later.
NJ.com said that New Jersey Lt. Gov. Kim Guadagno (R) attended Cullen’s funderal at Saint Charles Borromeo Roman Catholic Church in Cinnaminson Township without Christie. Cullen was then immediately laid to rest at Lakeview Memorial Park in the same township, it reported.

Hundreds police officers, family members and friends came to pay their respects Sunday. Cullen left behind a fiancee, 9-month-old baby boy, his parents, a sister, a brother and an older brother who is also a trooper.

New Jersey Governor Chris Christie ordered all State buildings to fly flags at half-staff on Monday in recognition of the life and in mourning of the passing of Trooper Sean Cullen.

I don’t have an issue with Chris Christie debasing himself by these fawning, homoerotic appearances with Donald Trump. Ever since Lawrence versus Texas, what Christie is doing has been the law of the land.

Missing a funeral like this because you are actually campaigning for president is understandable:

Christie was absent for ceremonies honoring Port Authority Police Officer Eamonn Mautone in January, it added, and New Jersey State Police Trooper Eli McCarson in December 2015.

Even though you have signed on to be the butt-gerbil of the most classless git to have run for the White House since the last time a Clinton was running, normal humans recognize there is such a thing as decorum. Missing the funeral to humiliate yourself by slobbering over Donald Trump is inexcusable. It isn’t like state troopers get killed in the line of duty every day and if you do miss it, for Heaven’s sake, be doing something important. Not slouching on a couch in North Carolina while prostituting yourself.